Torvald Dragon Riding Heroes: Nine Book World Boxset (Parts IV-VI)

By Ava Richardson

Destiny awaits, if these dragon-riding heroines are brave enough to heed its call…

Return to the mystical and magical world of Torvald! Join a trio of dragon riding heroines, as they battle to save their world across three breath-taking fantasy adventure trilogies…

In Sea Dragons, Pirate princess Lila wants her people to embrace their destiny as dragon mercenaries. But only Danu, a wise young monk, believes in her. Lila must dig deep, and embrace her true self, or risk her people's destruction at the hands of an impossibly powerful foe.

In Deadweed Dragons, a new, deadly force threatens to overrun the Southern Kingdoms, throwing orphan Dayie's life into chaos. Only Dayie, and her dragon, Zarr, can stop the blight. But soon an even greater threat arises. Can she uncover the truth about her birth, and unlock her hidden powers, to save her home in time?

And, in The Stone Crown, as an evil presence creeps across the land, only Narissea, a slave in the kingdom's mines, can stop it. When she stumbles across an injured dragon, she quickly learns the truth about mysterious Lady Inyene and her mechanical abominations. Making Narissea the only thing standing between her kingdom and devastation.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Relay Publishing
• Release date: Jul 3, 2024
• ISBN: 9798227953933

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TORVALD DRAGON RIDING HEROES

Nine Book World Boxset

AVA RICHARDSON

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CONTENTS

Sea Dragons Trilogy

Dragon Raider

Blurb

Prologue

Part I

1. Lila, dragon-thief!

2. Danu, compass whispers.

3. Lila, and fish-boy

4. Lila, the princess

5. Lila, of Malata

6. Danu, the offer

7. Lila and the Ariel

8. Danu, mutineer

9. Lila, disappointed

10. Danu, dragon-tongue

11. Lila, taunting dragons

12. Danu, and the hatching

13. Lila, and the hatching

Part II

14. Lila and Crux

15. Danu, dragon friends, dragon mages, and adepts

16. Lila, a bond is a bond is a bond

17. Danu, a dragon reception

18. Lila, unsure and adrift

19. Danu, lessons

20. Lila, the raid

21. Danu and the crippled ship

22. Lila, the true heir

Part III

23. Danu, returning home

24. Lila and Afar

25. Danu and the Council

26. Lila, dragon-traitor!

27. Danu, dragon-friend

28. Lila, Decisions

29. Danu, a council of Dragons

30. Lila, outnumbered

31. Danu, battle magics

32. Lila’s plan

33. Danu, Cumulus Draconis

34. Lila, the Battle for Malata

35. Lila’s Crown

Epilogue

End of Dragon Raider

Dragon Crown

Blurb

Part I

1. Lila, On Spring’s Dark Tide

2. Lila, Messages from Afar

3. Danu, Acolyte of Sebol

4. Lila, Captain

5. Lila and the Witches

6. Danu, Sneaking

7. Lila and the Dead

8. Danu, and the Darkening

9. Lila, the Battle for Sebol

Part II

10. Danu and the Fula

11. Lila, Home?

12. Danu, Mage of Malata

13. Lila and Crux, fighting

14. Lila and the Chief

15. Danu, Advice from a Dragon

16. Danu and the Others

17. Lila, Protector of the Free Islands

Part III

18. Lila, and the Battle

19. Lila, Safe Harbor?

20. Danu, Uncertain

21. Lila and the Palace

22. Danu, and the Nature of Fear

23. Lila, and the Plans

24. Danu, and the Book of Enlil

25. Lila & the Battle for the Islands

Epilogue

Dragon Prophecy

Blurb

Part I

1. Lila and the Dead

2. Danu, Conflicted

3. Lila, Spear or Net

4. Danu’s Sorceries

5. Lila and the Blockade

6. Lila, Reunited

7. Danu and the Dragon Riders

8. Lila, Shush Wyrm

9. Lila, Choices

Part II

10. Lila, Desertion

11. Danu, the Western Track

12. Lila and the Locket

13. Lila and the Fearful Dragon

14. Danu and the Guardian Dragons

15. Lila and Torvald

16. Lila and Saffron

17. Danu and the King

18. Lila, What A Queen Names You

Part III

19. Lila, Leader, Captain, Commander

20. Danu, Would it be Enough?

21. Lila, a Dragon Raider’s Mercy

22. Danu, a Queen’s Offer

23. Lila, the un-Free Islands

24. Lila and the Storm

25. Danu’s Sight

26. Lila, My People

27. Danu, Battle-magic

28. Lila and the Witch

29. Danu, War Council

30. Lila, the Attack

31. Danu, the Locket

32. Lila, Family

Epilogue

End of Dragon Prophecy

Deadweed Dragons

Dragon Called

Blurb

I. Act 1: The Dragon Trader’s Slave

1. Dayie, where she shouldn’t be

2. Dayie, dragon thief

3. Dayie, thump

4. Dayie, hue and cry

5. Dayie, on the run

6. Dayie, the road south

7. Akeem, by right of blood and birth

8. Dayie and the Wild Company

9. Akeem, suspicious

10. Dayie, making friends

II. Act 2: The Rider-in-Training

11. Dayie, and Dagfan

12. Dayie, & how much an egg is worth?

13. Dayie’s expectations

14. Dayie, not enough & too much

15. Dayie, day 1

16. Akeem & the Dagfan Dragons

17. Dayie, Dragon Blindness

18. Dayie the outcast

19. Dayie and the Menali bridge

20. Dayie and the underground school

III. Act 3: Dayie, the Witch

21. Dayie, Sweetbalm

22. Dayie, and Deep Bay

23. Dayie, dragon-instincts

24. Dayie, the Battle

End of Dragon Called

Dragon Magic

Blurb

1. Dayie, a Dragon’s Games

2. Dayie and the Chief

3. Akeem, home

4. Dayie and the Prince

5. Dayie, a different type of training

6. Akeem, the challenge

7. Dayie, anticipating blood

8. Akeem, blades in the air

9. Dayie, and a magic for Unlife

10. Dayie, and Fan Hazim’s Eyes

11. Dayie, The Song is not Enough

12. Akeem and The Wind’s Thoughts

13. Dayie, Returning

14. Dayie, The Defense of the South

15. Dayie, and the Messenger’s Tale

16. Dayie, and The Old Woman of Shebeel

17. Dayie, and the Legacy of Sebol

18. Akeem, a Heavy Weight

19. Dayie, the Conspiracy of Water

20. Dayie, the Conspiracy of Water, Part II

21. Dayie, and Alea’s Star

22. Dayie, the Sorcerer of the Whispering Rocks

23. Akeem, Snapping Point

24. Dayie, Sister of Sebol

25. Akeem, the Defense of Dagfan

26. Dayie, Not her Choice to Make

27. Dayie, What is Magic For?

Epilogue

End of Dragon Magic

Dragon Song

Blurb

1. Dayie, & Southern Hospitality

2. Akeem, & the Torvaldites

3. Dayie, Ambassador, Messenger, Thief

4. Dayie, a Daughters’ Reunion

5. Akeem, The Prince and the Duke

6. Dayie, the Witch of the South

7. Dayie and her Dragon

8. Akeem, a Dragon’s Punishment

9. Dayie, Not Who I Was

10. Dayie, Always a Price to Pay

11. Akeem, in his Enemies’ House

12. Dayie, a Dragon-Shaped Warmth

13. Dayie, and the Queen of Dragon Mountain

14. Akeem, Dragon-Tales and Princes

15. Dayie, a Reception

16. Dayie and Selm

17. Dayie and the Sea Witch

18. Akeem, the Power of Belief

19. Dayie, the Journey South

20. Dayie, Who Rules Dagfan?

21. Akeem, Parlay

22. Dayie, and the Truth

23. Akeem, Not Your Fault

24. Dayie, Reunion

End of Dragon Song

The Stone Crown Series

Dragon Connection

Blurb

1. Wind & Bread

2. Stone & Scales

3. How To Talk To Dragons

4. Tamin

5. Western Tunnel Two

6. The Shrine

7. Abioye

8. Opportunities

9. The Plan

10. The Chase

11. Of Fish and Friendships

12. Children of the Wind

13. Poison Berry

14. Arguments

15. The Mage Montfre

16. A Dark Tale

17. Fates, Stories, and Staffs

18. The Window

19. The Keep

20. The Stone Crown

21. Some Stupid Relic

22. Anger

23. Sacrifice

24. To The East

End of Dragon Connection

Dragon Quest

Blurb

1. Nightmares in the Wind

2. Screams over the Storm

3. Soot-Laden Sands

4. A Battle-born Man

5. River of Deceit

6. Familiar Enemies

7. Nol Baggar

8. A Dragon’s Ire

9. The Race Begins

10. Reunited

11. Like Sister, Like Brother

12. The Sea of Mists

13. Fire in the Dark

14. Into the Mists

15. Footsteps

16. Naroba

17. The Souda and the Dragon

18. The Shifting Sands

19. Metal vs. Bone

20. The Drop

21. The Cavern

22. People Like You

23. The Stone Crown

24. The Call of the Dragon

25. Joined by Fire

26. The Battle of the Plains

27. Aftermath

End of Dragon Quest

Dragon Freedom

Blurb

1. Dark Skies

2. A Queen’s Wrath

3. Attacked!

4. The River of Voices

5. Dragon Raiders

6. Of Rivers, Bridges, and Choices

7. The March

8. A Battle of Queens

9. Poison, Fire, and Flame

10. Deserted

11. The Dragon Riders of Torvald

12. Dragon-Home

13. The King and I

14. The Academy of Dragons

15. The Library of The Dragon Riders

16. Departures

17. Abioye D’Lia

18. The Circle of Grom, & the First Brood

19. Eldest Sister

20. The Call of the Crown

21. The Metal Queen

22. The Song of Undoing

23. Down Here, With Me

24. Two Queens

25. The Western Track

Epilogue

End of Dragon Freedom

Thank you!

Index

About Ava

Also by Ava

SEA DRAGONS TRILOGY

THE COMPLETE SERIES

Dragon Raider

BLURB

Will adapting to a changing world make one young woman lose touch with where she came from?

Far from the kingdom of Torvald, on the Western Isles near the coast, Sea Dragons rule the skies. Lila is the daughter of the Raider leader, destined to take his place one day aboard their plundering ships. Her people value only what shiny trinkets they can get their hands on, but she aspires to much more than that: Lila wants the Raiders to become Dragon Mercenaries, dragon riders who help protect merchant fleets and navies from attack. Her father Kasian is skeptical, but a young monk named Danu—with a quest of his own—comes bearing a prophecy claiming that Lila is the lost heir of Roskilde, a born Dragon Rider.

With Danu’s guidance, Lila finds the unruly dragon she’s destined to bond with—but the mismatched pair soon learn that much more than just their futures is at stake.

PROLOGUE

THE ROSKILDE PROPHECY

Churning seas, bright with blood. Fire billowing over the water, and dark skies heavy with thunder…

Aii! The old woman awakes with a start to find herself in her simple round room in her simple round hut. The inner walls are dark, though she knows with the dawn the plaster will gleam white. The floor is yet the solid, deep mahogany planks she has trod for decades. The roof is still the weathered, bone-white but also bone-strong giant supports of giant driftwood, with heavy, warm thatch over that. Here are not the churning and frothing waters of her dreams. Not the billows of fire, not the dark storm skies.

The old woman sighs deeply, patting her frail chest as if to quiet the night terrors that had so recently fluttered there.

To say that this woman is old is an understatement. Chabon Kaidence is beyond ancient. Her pale skin is deeply lined as if cracked, and her eyes are sunken – but there is still a spark of vitality within their depths, like hidden stars. Even the folds and wrinkles of her skin still glows despite its age.

The Matriarch of the West Witches has been alive for a long time, long enough to know when a dream has stopped being just that, and has instead, become a prophecy.

A pale hand moves unsteadily to the wicker table, where a silver bell sits on piece of rough-woven, colorful fabric. She rings it, once, for the silver chime to cut through the night like a shooting star.

Mother? A voice sounds almost immediately at the heavy purple curtains that hang over her door, and, for a moment Chabon blinks from the glare of brighter light outside.

You fool! snaps another voice behind the first, and into her room step two women: one is tall and lean, with skin the color of rich, warm earth, and the other is as pale as Chabon lying before them. The first has braids of black hair falling behind her back like tree roots, whereas the pale woman has fields of golden hair streaming behind her like sunshine. It is this fair and pale woman who snaps at her darker colleague.

Afar, you’ll blind the Mother. Turn off that light! she says angrily, pushing her way into the room to cross the mahogany floor and stand at Chabon’s bedside.

Afar scowls for a moment, but she does as she is advised, turning the notches on the lantern until it only emits a dulled, yellowish glow as she steps into the room. Behind her, the Matriarch catches a glimpse of the wooden walkways that stretch from one hut to the next, crisscrossing the island of Sebol like vines.

I am blinded by the darkness, Ohotto, not the light, Chabon breathes to her two most-trusted sisters amongst the witches.

Yes, Mother. Ohotto hangs her pale head in shame, as Afar steps to her bedside bringing with her a pouch of rich and nourishing purple berry juice.

Are you thirsty, Mother? Do your aches pain you? Afar says in her heavy voice. She is not a native to these Western Islands, but she has spent many years here, under Chabon’s tutelage.

No time to drink. I will repeat a dream for you, a nightmare – and I want you both to remember it, and to set it down on paper as soon as you can, Chabon says. It is a nightmare that I have had many times over the years, but now it comes frequently, every moon! Every week!

A prophecy. Afar nods her head in awe. This will not be the first such prophecy that has fallen from the oldest witch’s lips. Afar Nguoa just hopes that it is also not the last.

The seas are churning, bright with blood, and atop the waves there are flames, Chabon intones, her voice carrying in the still airs of her hut. There is a darkness to the skies, a darkness that is more than thunder, but a darkness as if the sun is blocked by great wings…. The old woman wets her lips, remembering the other parts of the nightmare that she has had throughout her life. Like the stationary stars in the sky can suddenly coalesce into a constellation when one squints at them right, so the nightmares fall into place, one after another.

There is a child, born from the waters. A girl, rising from the north-east sea, under a dragon’s angry call and upon her head is a crown made of leaping waves.

The Sea Crown of Roskilde, the fair-haired Ohotto Zanna states quickly. It is a famous artefact, even out here in the wild and furious lands of the western archipelago.

Yes, child, Chabon breathes. I believe it to be so. The royal crown of the island realm of Roskilde, green-gold like leaping waves, fashioned of old to protect the island for all time. Chabon’s starry eyes flutter, and she starts to recount her dreams once more. The Sea Crown will be lost, and then it will be found once more, but the one who finds it will not come from the royal line. A girl will rise from the sea to seize the crown, with a bloody sword in her hand, and in her other she holds fire.

What does it mean, Mother? Will this girl be a usurper? A tyrant, seeking the Sea Crown? Ohotto interrupts.

Wait, sister, let the Matriarch finish… Afar whispers, as Chabon coughs, looks confused.

There was something else – what was it? A boy. A boy with a forked tongue… But what part did he play? I cannot remember! Chabon looks deeply hurt, before her breath eases a little deeper. The boy and the girl. They will bring with them blood and fury, and before them and behind them there will be the dead…

The Matriarch sighs, and a shudder runs through her body. Her eyes slowly close, and her hand relaxes.

Mother! Afar Nguoa, the dark-skinned witch of Sebol whispers, bending down to touch the old woman’s hand.

Is she….? Ohotto’s breath hitches is the night.

No, Chabon sleeps, that is all, but I fear that even the Matriarch of the West Witches is coming near her end. Afar frowns deeply as she gently smooths the older woman’s long white hair away from her brow, and pulls the blankets a little closer around her sleeping form. We must write down the prophecy, Afar says. What shall it be called?

The Prophecy of Roskilde – and we can only pray that it will not come true, for it is terrible, Ohotto Zanna states, her eyes searching the darkness for clues and answers that do not come so easily. If this child rises from the seas to claim the Sea Crown, the delicate peace we have with Havick of Roskilde will fall. Years of our work will be for nothing.

PART I

TO CATCH A DRAGON…

CHAPTER 1

LILA, DRAGON-THIEF!

The claw print in the sand was huge. Much larger than even I had expected. Hang on a minute. I thought that fisherman had told me that this island was inhabited by the sea-greens dragons? I bit my lip, glad at least that I didn’t have my foster-father here to watch my moment of fear. Chief Kasian of Malata was known as a harsh man, even amongst us proud Sea Raiders of the Western Oceans.

The sun was starting to burn off the sea fog that clutched onto this bit of rock where I’d directed my little skiff, revealing that, in all other ways it was just as I had been told: a tiny, rock-topped atoll with a smattering of trees and a golden beach skirting its northern side. This little islet had no name other than a designation, the last bit of rock before you get to Sebol the old sea-salt fisherman had told me, and it was on this beach that I had found my first evidence of the dragons.

A track of claw prints, each almost the size of my little boat. Not that the skiff was very big – I had chosen the skiff from my father’s flotilla for its speed rather than strength. But still, I calculated quickly – if this foot was that big, then that meant that the leg would be as big as a tree, and the body it connected to… I shuddered. The beast would be, even at the very least, larger than most of the huts and houses on my father’s island-rule of Malata.

"You did say that this was a bad idea," I murmured at my father, far away and doubtless angry at the fact that I had gone off again to try and find the dragons.

And their eggs.

Still, there was little that I could do other than press on. I was Lila of Malata, adopted daughter to the chief of the notorious Sea Raiders of the Western Isles. I did not shirk from a challenge. I was the challenge.

The tracks led to the head of the beach and the rocks beyond. The white stone was crisscrossed with lines of black – Bonerock, my people called it. Notoriously hard to shape, it formed the core of many of these little islands that speared the Western Seas. Moving as lightly and as quietly as I could, I passed into the rocks and started climbing, toward the dark cave openings where this dragon must have made its lair.

It’s a long way down from here. I pushed away the thought as I climbed. Why did dragons have to make their dens on the tops of things? Why couldn’t they live in nests on the ground? The soft goatskin leather of my gloves was already scuffed and torn, and I could feel the edges of the rock beneath. The heat was making me sweat, and I was glad I had managed to argue my difficult hair into the warrior’s braid this morning. Just a few more feet⁠—

Ach! My foot slipped, and instantly pain tore along my shoulders and arms as I hung from the rocks. Don’t look down. Don’t look down…

I looked down. Beneath me, the rocky walls jagged and snarled out, with the occasional tuft of scrubby sea grass, all the way to the frothing grey-blue ocean below.

Sweet Seas… I breathed, my stomach lurched and my limbs trembled in that way they always did when I was forced to be anywhere up high.

Don’t overthink! Do! my father would have shouted at me. He had tried to drum this fear of heights out of me ever since he had found it in the child he had rescued after the raid had taken her parents. I closed my eyes, gritting my teeth as I tried to remember the lessons he drilled into me. You’re a Raider, Lila! The most fearsome thing on the four oceans! Nothing stops you. Not a bit of wind under your feet! And then he would tell me to get up that rigging and tie off that knot, or secure the sail anyway. I had to do it.

Think of your crewmates waiting for you! What if we had one of that brute’s Man-o-Wars on our tail? Your crew are depending on you! He would shout, which would spur me to get up there and do what I had to do anyway, admittedly with shaking fingers and taking twice as long as any other of the Raider sailors.

Just like I had to do this.

Because if I don’t do this, the Raiders are finished. I gritted my teeth, opened my eyes, and pulled. My back screamed in pain, but I managed to bring myself up to the height of the cave opening, my boots kicking on the Bonerock until I found a purchase and – Ugh!— I flopped over into the shallow depression before the dragon’s lair, panting and wheezing, and waiting for my heart to slowly calm down to just a dull roar, rather than a thunder.

Slowly, the world came back into focus. I was Lila Malata. I was alive. And I was here because my father’s Sea Raiders were getting themselves decimated by the self-styled Lord Havick of Roskilde. The Roskildean ships were larger and stronger than ours, and they always seemed to know which shipping routes we were heading for. They would be out there already as if expecting us, ambushing our smaller, faster boats with fire and catapult, and slowly my father’s mastery of the seas was being whittled away. I didn’t think that we Sea Raiders had another generation in us if this plan didn’t work.

The darkness of the cave beckoned. Disturbingly, there was a litter of bones on the front porch. Small bones as long as my finger, which I guessed were the spines of the marlin fish that the sea green and blue dragons adored so much. I hoped they were that, anyway.

Lady Dragon… Great Dragon…? I called out hesitantly, my voice, used to shouting orders from the decks piers as it was, sounding small and hesitant in the darkness. How are you supposed to talk to dragons, anyway? I had no idea. We Raiders didn’t exactly have a big library, although I had tried to get through the collection of scrolls that my adopted mother Pela of Malata kept. Each one had been stolen from the captain’s quarters of some merchant ship or another, and only a few had talked about the great Dragon Academy of Torvald.

And Queen Saffron, I thought, feeling a flush of borrowed courage. The tales said that she was like me, almost. Not a Raider of course, but she was a Western islander who had managed to tame a sea green and blue dragon, and ride on her all the way to the citadel of Torvald, where she defeated the evil King Enric, and there reinstated the Dragon Academy with Lord Bower.

If she can do it, so can I, I thought – and I wasn’t even dreaming of flying off to take over a city far from home. I just wanted to raise an egg for my father, and save my adopted people from being wiped out.

Thankfully, however, that old fisherman who had told me that there was a dragon cave here on this atoll had also told me that the dragons go off hunting early in the morning, meaning that their nest would be unprotected. I wasn’t quite so foolish as to attempt to steal a dragon’s egg with an angry mother still sitting on it!

No noise from inside. Good. The footprints I had seen couldn’t have been fresh. The last thing I wanted to do was disturb a mother dragon as it sat on its eggs! I crept forward, letting my eyes adjust to the gloom before I could make out the deep piles of dried twigs and grasses making a rough nest. It was warm in here, and made me want to yawn. But what if there was more than one dragon in here? What if the old fisherman had been wrong?

Focus, Lila! I told myself. Don’t overthink. Do!

Cautiously grabbing onto one edge of the nest, I pulled myself up around the edge and stared inside.

Three eggs. Three, glorious dragons – each the size of my head, fat and round, and heavy with the life that they contained inside. One was blue, one was yellow-orange, and one was a speckled turquoise.

Which one? I hadn’t been prepared for this. I had thought through every eventuality on the way here – how I would drag the skiff up to the line of scrub trees and hide it in case any of Havick’s scouting vessels were out, how I would race down the beach if I was disturbed… But not which type of dragon I should choose to save the Raiders. In fact, it was faintly baffling why there were three completely different eggs here in the first place. I thought dragons might be like the sea birds of the cliffs: one set of parents, one egg – but what if they were more like the sturdy little island goats – all of the nannies and kids together in one warm place? Could there be multiple dragon mothers laying eggs in one nest?

The danger had just escalated three-fold, if that was the case. I would need to be quick.

Could I take all three? I patted the canvas sack on my back and knew that it wouldn’t hold more than one. I could feasibly put one down my shirt and maybe be able to climb back down one handed⁠—

Ugh. No. A sudden wave of vertigo just at the memory of that awful climb swept over me. Okay then, not three… I whispered, wondering just how angry a mother dragon would get if she lost two of her eggs rather than just one.

Pretty angry, I guessed. An angry mother dragon was the very last thing that we Raiders needed on our heads. But one egg? Surely, she won’t miss one out of three, right?

But which one? I looked at the blue, the orange, the turquoise. The blue dragons were long and thin, right? And the sea-green turquoise where the commonest sorts of dragons we had around here. They flew in flocks, small but fast, sharp beak-like snouts as they dove into the water and out.

But what about the orange? Did they even have orange dragons way over in the Dragon Academy? Wouldn’t it be something when word reached the court of Queen Saffron that a Raider girl had managed to train a rare orange?

Didn’t they have orange dragons down in the southern kingdom? I cursed the fact that, not for the first time, we Raiders had to rely on rumors from passing travelers or stolen bits of knowledge and lore we could get from our plunder. If only I knew more about dragons!

The blue will be quick, but they have notoriously difficult tempers, I thought as my hand hovered over the blue egg. The orange dragons of the deserts haven’t even been tamed yet. My hand wavered over that one. It would be a great accolade, but I had no way of knowing if it would be a disaster. At least with the speckled turquoise – which had to turn into our more local sea green and blue, right? – at least with that one I had seen them flying, I knew a little bit about them?

I grabbed the warmth of the egg, and at that exact moment two things happened.

The egg pulsed with a beat, as the creature inside hammered on its thick shell. Huh! I gasped, and the air about the cave was split with the trumpeting call of a returning mother dragon.

Skreyar!

CHAPTER 2

DANU, COMPASS WHISPERS.

The small compass needle that my master Afar Nguoa gave me spun wildly, first this way and then that, and I wondered if maybe the dark-skinned witch of the Southlands had been wrong all along.

Maybe I’m not meant to ever be a mage. Maybe this prophecy is all just some fevered dream and fantasy!

The stars knew that the coven called the Western Witches had been wrong before. The head of our Order, the ancient Chabon Kaidence had been the very one to dream up this little bit of prophecy – that there was a rightful heir to the island realm of Roskilde, one who would overthrow the usurper Havick and restore law and peace to the Western Isles.

But then again, I said to the no one and nobody that I shared my boat with, Chabon was also the one to claim that the Dark King Enric would rule for five hundred years – and look what they say happened to him? The Dark King of Torvald had been overthrown by an upstart boy and a girl from the Western Isles, or so they claimed them to be, and now, almost twenty years later, the Kingdom of Torvald was one of the most powerful realms in the world.

‘Prophecies can be turned awry, Danu – just as often as they can come true…’ That was what Ohotto Zanna, the other Western Witch I had trained under had counselled me. To me, that sounded a bit like a get-out. If a prophecy could either fail or come to existence equally, then surely that means that some prophecies are just plain old wrong?

But not this one, I whispered. Please, not this one…

My personal mentor Afar had been of the opinion that this was one of Chabon’s more accurate dreams. It shared the same qualities of other important dreams that Chabon had experienced in the past—it occurred as a nightmare, it kept repeating itself – but it also seemed to match what was happening ‘out here’ in the Western Isles. The royal line of Roskilde failed some seventeen years ago when their boat was butchered by Sea Raiders, and Havick rose to power. The Sea Crown since then had never sat on its rightful bearer. That not only was this going to come to pass, but it also had to come to pass. Afar, with her caustic humor, curved ivory staff of office and her dark eyes was more of the opinion that if you wanted magic to work, then you had to get out there and do something. Which was partly the reason why I found myself here, on this boat in the middle of the Western Ocean, and about as far from the witches enclave of Sebol as I had ever been.

That, and the fact that if I could prove this prophecy was coming true. I stared hard at the horizon. If I could have a hand in making it happen, then Afar would nominate me to go forward in my training. I would no longer be Adept Danu but would instead start the mage training. Mage Danu of the West. I rolled the title around in my head. It had a nice ring to it, didn’t it?

Of course, I would still have many, many years of studying before I graduated with the blessing of Afar and Ohotto and Chabon and all of the other Western Witches on the Isle of Sebol – but I would have done it! I would be the first mage trained in a hundred years! No man had managed to master the arts that came so naturally to the Western Witches. I had to do it. I had to prove that I was right in following this thread of prophecy… That I had the talent for magic in the same way that Afar or Chabon or any other did…

So, once again, I took a deep breath and tried to quiet my excited thoughts. I tried to remember the dream fragments, the very ones that Afar had told me meant that I was deeply connected to this particular prophecy.

A girl. A baby rising from the seas, and the crown of Roskilde on her head.

Suddenly, the compass hand started to slow in its maddened spinning, and pulled slowly, deliberately, north-east. It had to be a sign. It had to be a part of the magic that was in my veins. I looked out into the layer of blue and grey where the sky met the water. Was that a distant shadow of rock there? An outcrop of land, straight in the direction that the needle pointed?

Come on, please – more… I tried again, tried to find the pulse of magic inside my heart... But it was no good. The compass returned to its maddened wavering and wobbling once more. Gah! I could have thrown it overboard, I was so frustrated. Why was it that my magic could manifest only at certain times – when I was angry or upset or filled with great passion, and the rest of the times it was erratic and unsteady?

Would even Afar believe me if I told her that I had managed to make the compass needle point the way towards the prophecy?

Annoyed and feeling very far from ‘Mage Danu of the West’ I grabbed the tiller with one hand and pulled on the sail rope, to catch the breeze that would shoot me over the waters, straight to the island I had thought I had seen.

It had to be there. It had to be…

CHAPTER 3

LILA, AND FISH-BOY

SKRECH! The roar was deafening as I fell backwards from the nest, the speckled-turquoise egg abandoned next to its siblings, and stumbled backwards onto the ledge of the cave.

Sweet Mother of the Waves… I breathed the familiar Raider half-blessing, half-curse as I looked at what was coming for me.

There was a Sinuous Blue dragon, filling the sky like a thunder cloud as it spun around the outcrop, its long, coiling and curling body stretching halfway around to the other side of the small islet.

I didn’t know much about dragons, but I knew that it could have killed me in an instant if it had wanted to. So, it hasn’t killed me yet. Maybe it won’t fight near its eggs. Maybe it doesn’t want to kill me… But its roar shook the Bonerock, and made me think of the clash of storm lightning or the deep tumult of the hurricane seas. She held her claws tucked up under her body, but I could see that each one was as long as a Raider’s sword, and could easily tear me in two.

But Queen Saffron had lived with the dragons, I told myself again, trying to bolster my thin courage. She had managed to master any fear she had of them – and if she can, I can! I crouched on the ledge, widening my stance as the Sinuous Blue flew closer in tighter spirals.

Lady Dragon! I called out to it, but the words were torn from my lips by a mighty buffet of wind from the dragon’s wings as she came in to land.

Woah! I staggered on the edge, seeing just what a long way down that it was going to be. I couldn’t even climb that fast, without the mother blue picking me off like a crab on the shoreline. My stomach churned, and the ground shook as those great claws seized the rocks of the atoll and the Sinuous Blue curled her body protectively around the rocks, like a snake coming to eat its prey.

La-lady dragon, I have a request! I managed to breathe once more as a head the size of my boat swung around the final bend to regard me, her golden eyes flashing. I was terrified. I was in awe. They said the eyes of a dragon had the power to enchant you, if you let them – and I had to say that they were beautiful and awful at the same time, in the same way that a sea storm can also be tremendous when you are tucked safe in your fort, but able to look through the shutters as bolts of lightning tore apart the sky.

Her snout was beak-like, with many rows of needle-sharp teeth that she was showing me. She had the swept-back horns of her breed, and I swore I could see sparks drifting from her nostrils as she focused on me, opened wide her mouth, and bellowed.

Aiii! I couldn’t help myself. I screamed as the bellow of dragon anger pushed me back, almost bowling me over as I was buffeted, one foot losing its footing, and the other reaching out to find solid ground—but there was no solid ground underneath it, only thin air…

Blue and white.

Up and down made no sense, and my limbs were shouting in agony, but I resisted the urge to open my mouth and scream. ‘Kick out! Right yourself! Kick up!’ That was the training my father had given me. He had thrown me into the small harbor water myself at seven years old, along with all of the other native-born Raider kids to learn how to swim.

Froth, rock, the buffeting of strong currents.

The water flared from white to dark all around me. No sense using my eyes. Use my feet, my hands, any other sense instead.

The bottom of the atoll’s rocky cliffs was a churning crush of currents, relentlessly battering the Bonerock. My arms and shins stung with scrapes from where I must have already been thrown against the rocks under water, but the action wasn’t so violent now. I must be between the wave crashes, or else underneath them. My feet scraped on rock and through silt, and I knew that up was the other direction of that.

Luckily for me, if there was anything that we Raiders were good at other than capturing merchant ships, it was swimming. My father’s isle of Malata held swimming competitions several times a year, and there was rarely a month that went by without the need to get wet, as we say. It might be working on the hulls of a boat, or hauling up the crab pots, or simply swimming for the joy of it. I wasn’t the best swimmer on the island, but I was as good as most – and that made me better than any non-Raider, I was sure of it.

Dive under the waves. Use the pulling-out. Avoid the crash. I fought to keep my mouth closed as I moved, getting away from the rocks and further out along the coastline, knowing that I had to move quickly lest I be taken up by the next wave surge and smashed once more.

My chest burned with the need to take a breath – but not yet. Make sure I wasn’t in danger of the waves taking me first…

I kicked again, and then again, before I had to get to the surface. Using the dolphin movements, I angled myself up towards the lighter blues, greys, and finally the bursting whites of the sky as I popped up like a cork, to find that I had drifted a good hundred feet or more from the bottom of the cliffs around the edge of the island.

Ugh. I coughed, spluttered, bobbing in the water as I checked that the dragon wasn’t following me (it wasn’t; there were wisps of smoke emerging from the dark opening—it must have retreated into the cave, its ill-tempered residence). Then I tried to get my bearings. Where was the beach from here? My boat? This far out, the waves were slowly pulling me out, dragging me into the Western Ocean more than they were pushing me towards the atoll. I would have to use every bit of strength to fight it to get back, and I was already tired with bleeding legs and arms…

But what else could I do? I couldn’t return to father emptyhanded, he already thought that this was a crazy scheme. I couldn’t allow the Raiders to fail when Havick came to cut them down.

Ahoy! Ahoy! Someone was shouting, and, as the sudden swell of the ocean lifted me up, I saw what the hummocks of water had hidden from me before: rounding the atoll’s rocks was a tiny sailboat with a figure braced against the tiller and the rope, cutting the prow straight towards me…

Who was he? I wondered, seeing the white crossed-over tunic, the heavy trousers and the waved robe of a stocky figure. Not old though. A bit younger than me, perhaps, but a teenaged boy nonetheless.

I was in no position to refuse this stranger’s help, even though I knew that most islanders hated us Raiders, and would sell us out to Havick as soon as look at us… But he pulled alongside me and threw out – quite expertly, I had to admit – a thick rope, attached to buoys of cork wood.

Grab a hold! he shouted at me, as if I had never had to do this before in my life. Gratefully, however, I seized the ends of the rope and let my unlikely savior do the hard work of pulling me in.

CHAPTER 4

LILA, THE PRINCESS

Just what do you think you were doing? the young man said to me, his eyes wide in a glare of shock. Not the rescue welcome I was expecting, I had to admit as I sat on the bottom of his tiny boat, wringing out my braid of hair over the side. I was, of course, absolutely soaked from head to toe – but at least the sun was high. In that Raider’s way, I just shook my head and changed my expectations. If you live at sea, you get wet.

What do you mean? I said to the young man irritably. Who was he to talk to me like that? He looked only barely old enough to be running a boat on his own, with his soft skin and large, almond-shaped eyes. He had ragged brown hair, edged with bronze gold tips, and wore an over-robe of green to ape the sort that the witches and mystics of the south wore, and he’d said that his name was Danu.

That’s one of the Dragon Isles, Danu said emphatically, as if it were something that everyone knew.

Yeah? I said. That was why I was there, dummy!

"And that particular isle has got a nesting mother on it right now. Brood mothers get really twitchy around their eggs – we’re lucky that she’s not hanging over us right now, trying to cook us to a crisp," he said seriously.

You’re telling me? I thought. I had stood right in front of that brood mother, and I had looked down her gullet, straight past her rows of sharp teeth. But still, I wasn’t going to tell this guy that, or why I was here. I’m not scared of a dragon, I lied.

Well, you should be, the fisherman’s son said with a frown as he tugged on the guideline, leaning in and against the wind as he did so to angle our boat away from the atoll.

Away from the atoll, my mind suddenly caught up with what the rest of me was thinking. Away from my boat.

Hey! Wait – I need to go back, I said quickly, half standing easily in the boat and pointing back at the atoll which was now considerably smaller on the horizon.

What? No! Danu shook his head. I think you’ve had enough sightseeing for one day, don’t you think? He cleared his throat, and said in a high-minded voice, Dragons are not creatures for our amusement…

Pig, I thought. Great. I get saved by the most uptight fisherman’s boy in the entire Western Ocean. I wasn’t going there to look at dragons, I said fiercely.

Why where you going to a dragon’s island, then? Danu glared at me. Who did he think he was? Like he owned this stretch of ocean, did he?

None of your business! Now I need to go back to that island because I have left my boat there, and I need my boat to get back to my homeport, I stated.

"Pffft. It’s not worth getting yourself eaten over. I can take you home…" He said the last bit awkwardly, like he really would have preferred to be going back to whatever he was doing out there in nowheresville, Western Ocean.

No, I said flatly. There was no way that I could let this guy sail me back to Malata and the other Raiders. The Sea Raiders had only managed to survive so far by being very secretive as to their homeports. Could I trust this kid? If you won’t take me back to the island, I’ll just have to swim. I took a breath and prepared to dive overboard⁠—

No. Wait. Hold on! The boy turned his little skiff around, catching the wind as he did so. I don’t particularly want to go out of my way anyway. I have important business to the north-east, he said in that high and mighty tone.

Important business catching fish, I thought, but nodded to him all of the same. Thank you. I nodded. And I suppose thank you for helping me out of the sea, as well, I said through pursed lips. I didn’t say thank you very often to someone who wasn’t a Raider. My father had told me that many of the fishermen throughout the Western Isles were loyal to the Roskildeans and their brutish king, Lord Havick.

But a debt owed is a debt owed, I thought. I could at least say thank you for his act of kindness. Just so long as I didn’t tell him where I really lived. It turned out, however, that I didn’t really need to tell him anything, as the very next words out of his mouth were, You’re a Raider, aren’t you?

Was that a mixture of fear and awe that I heard in his voice?

No, I said stubbornly, although my light garb, my heavy leather belt with its numerous hooks and hoops (for the many weapons and climbing lines we used on our ships), and my brightly colored headscarf probably made it obvious.

You are. I can see it. Danu’s eyes widened. What would a Raider girl want with a dragon’s nest?

None of your business, fish boy, I said, wondering if I really should have jumped into the drink instead.

What? I’m no fish boy, I’m a mage! he had the audacity to say. I turned to frown at him, as his lie seemed so obvious as to make even the water laugh. Looking at him again, I saw he had that stocky build and the weather-worn hands of someone who had spent a life on and off the waves. He looked like a fisherman’s son, but if so, then he was a long way out of the normal fishing lanes and he looked barely old enough to be out here on the open oceans alone – and besides, there hadn’t been a mage since the times of the mad old tyrant Hacon Maddox!

Are you now, fish boy? I laughed. The boy was mad, clearly a maddened youth who had stolen his father’s boat and probably drunk too much salt water out here on the ocean. Strange how he didn’t look dehydrated or sun-seared, but either way – he was either mad or he was a liar.

I am! I’m training under Afar Nguoa of the West Witches! He burst out, as if that name meant anything to me, or hadn’t just been made up. Okay, so I may not be an entire mage yet, I’m only an Adept – but I’m training to be one… he said. Danu Geidt, Adept of the West Witches, he said his name proudly once more.

Whatever you say, Danu Geidt. I rolled my eyes. And I am Lila. Lila of the Dragon Riders of Torvald.

The boy flushed a deeper color. "You are not a Dragon Rider, he said in clipped tones. If I were going to guess, I would say that your people are much more comfortable sailing the waves than riding dragons..."

What do you mean by that? I returned.

You dress like a pirate. A Raider, the boy said, and I felt a stab of anxiety. What was he going to do now? Try to threaten me? Me – a dangerous pirate-Sea Raider? No, he might be right that I wasn’t a Dragon Rider, I thought with a flash of annoyance. But I will be one day. I will tame and train my own dragon, just as the queen herself did!

It must have been the boy’s words that made me say, Go on then, do some magic if you are some great mage-in-training, fish boy. I crossed my hands over my chest. The island was a lot closer now, and luckily, I wouldn’t have to spend too much longer in this braggart’s company.

I watched Danu squint his eyes, frowning. It takes years to learn how to perform just one simple spell, Lila-the-Raider. Magic isn’t as simple as steering a boat, or using your sword to get what you want, he said sarcastically. All magic comes with a great price. It could shorten your life, or it could take away your very life force if you are not careful…

Okay, right, I thought as much. I nodded, turning back to look at the fast-approaching golden beach. No sign of the mother dragon above us, and pretty soon I would be able to jump overboard and swim through the shallows to the shoreline beyond.

"Alyana, alnana, alyana-Mer…" The boy was making strange chanting words behind me, and I turned to see his eyes were half-closed.

Are you quite all right back there, fish boy? I said, before suddenly, every hair on the back of my neck went up.

It was like the first time I had climbed way up high in the crow’s nest with my father, and looked out across the sea as the wind rocked the boat from the west, and then from the east. It was a feeling unlike any other that I had ever had before – one of sheer, unadulterated terror.

I had never been good with heights. It was a fact that my father despaired of, and he blamed whomever my real, land-lubbing parents must have been. But that day in the crow’s nest, I had felt entirely small, and at the mercy of the entire world. Any meager gust of wind could pick me up and dash me to the deck below. I was helpless before vast and cosmic forces.

Well, now, my skin itched and a prickling creeped all over my body as the boy chanted, over and over. Suddenly the boat beneath our feet shifted. We were racing toward the island now, moving faster than we had before, as if the mage-in-training had summoned up our own, personal current. We flew at the beach for a long moment, before the boy’s chanting slowed, paused, and finally stopped, and as he did so, the boat also slowed, slowed, and went back to the gentle drifting of before.

That – that doesn’t prove anything… I said quickly. The boy staggered to one side and sat down, apparently exhausted. That could have been a freak wind, a strange eddy in the water… That kind of stuff happened at sea. Lots of people thought that the ocean was simple matter of wind and waves, but it wasn’t – there were tides and counter-currents, backwashes, storm surges, and eddies. A lot of very strange things happened at sea.

The boy was too tired to answer straight away, merely shaking his head as he shakily took up a bottle of water.

But still. It had been eerie. Too eerie. I didn’t like it.

You’re a long way from home, Raider-Lila, Danu said weakly. You’re closer to the Island of Roskilde than you are to the far islands and the shipping routes that the Raiders usually harass.

I bared my teeth at him. The boy – as strange as he was – already knew too much. Was he going to sell me out?

And you’re young to be out here on your own. No raiding boat nearby…. The boy was frowning as if something had just occurred to him. "In fact, how old are you?"

Seventeen, I said defiantly. Older than you.

The boy’s face grimaced. "Actually, no. I’m eighteen, but the magic has a way of making you look younger. It’s why magicians and witches lead such long lives."

Oh really? I’d heard enough. We were still a bit out from the shelf of land where the sea washed into the golden beach, but that didn’t mean that I had to listen to him. I turned and readied myself to jump over the edge.

Seventeen years ago… the boy said out loud. By the stars! He hissed, and I looked up, fearful that the mother dragon had come back, and decided that it was now dinner time. But there were no dragons in the sky.

Seventeen years ago, the fish-boy repeated. Don’t you see? In the north-east, under a dragon’s call, rising out of the water with a crown of water around you! He kept on saying, over and over, his previous exhaustion forgotten as he wobbled to his feet and started laughing and clapping. I’ve done it! I’ve done it!

Excuse me? I raised my eyebrows.

"The prophecy! There’s a prophecy you see, and it’s why I am here. And I think that it led me to you, Lila-of-the-Raiders. You are the reason why I am here! Danu was saying excitedly. Now, we must get you back to Sebol and…"

What prophecy? I said heavily.

Roskilde! He clapped again. You, Lila, must be the one meant to wear the Sea Crown of Roskilde! He looked so happy and elated – and insane – that I was only too happy to notice the skiff was now skipping over the clear waters of the shoreline, and underneath the gold-white of the sands.

I’m nobody’s queen, fish-boy, I said, diving out of the boat and into the water. Instantly the sounds of the world were muted as I skimmed under the surface, sharing my world with tiny darting fish and the occasional strand of seaweed. When I bobbed up to the surface one more time, it was to still hear the mad fisherman’s child shouting.

You’re it, Lila-of-the-Raiders! I’ve done it! he was saying, only now realizing that the person he thought was meant to wear the throne of the islands – me, in other words – was swimming away. Come back! We have to talk!

I started wading up the beach, around the rocks. I could pull my hidden boat out from where it was and down the small outlet stream to the south side of the island without him seeing me, and I knew that I was the better sailor than him. I could outrun the mad fish-boy, I thought irritably, wondering if this day was going to get any worse than it had already.

Go home, fish-boy! I shouted. I’m not interested! And if you come near me again, I’ll gut you – and that’s a Raider’s promise! I snarled back at him, using my best pirate’s glare to show him I meant business.

CHAPTER 5

LILA, OF MALATA

Just seeing the head of Malata island on the other side of the Spine Rocks made my heart feel a little lighter. A little, I thought wistfully, as I had still failed to do anything that I had set out to do on my quest to the far north of the Western Isles.

Malata was the largest of our isles, and as such, was also the home to the largest of the Raider clans; the Malata clan I had been adopted into. But to get to Malata or any of the Raider isles beyond, you had to get past the Spine Rocks, small spears of Bonerock that stick out at odd places along the reef nearly encircling the Raider islands. Some scholars amongst the Raiders claimed they were actually the body of some great sea beast, come to finally rest here on the edge of the world, but my father is much more pragmatic.

The reef and the rocks formed a complicated maze to which we have added by hauling out the odd wreck and junked ship, before scuttling them on the reef as further hazards. There sits the Fist of Flowers, a large merchant’s vessel that forms an excellent wave break, and, sitting farther out is the Queen Avari, listed to her side – and one of the Lord Havick’s very own galleons that my father captured not six years ago. We could have made a lot of money out of that particular galleon, shoring it up and selling it on further south.

But no! my father had roared. We Raiders have to send a message to Havick, to the Roskildeans, and to any other who dares to think that these waters don’t belong to us! The Sea Raiders!

I had been very young back then, wide-eyed and impressionable, I didn’t realize then as I did now, that the capture and sinking of the Roskildean ship had been one of the last big triumphs of the Sea Raiders. We had won the ship by chance when the crew had been sickened by bad water and it had been easy pickings for my father and his most trusted fighters to scull over to the galleon in the dead of night in longboats, and to climb up the rigging and seize control.

Even so, having our enemy’s wrecked galleon was a very pleasing sight, and always gave my heart a savage leap of joy when I saw it. I picked the route through the reef and the rocks we were supposed to use this season, the route through the ropes, nets of driftwood, and other anchored wrecks my father moved around to protect the passage into the islands. Within just a few hours, my boat was lightly skipping over the waves towards Malata’s protected harbor.

Stone walls protected the pier, and the collection of longboats sat in the wider waters beyond like giant, black-winged sea birds. The smaller shapes of people moved about in the background, fishing or swimming or practicing maneuvers as I changed over to the more tiring work of rowing myself in.

Hoi! Lila! shouted one of the men on one of the longboats—Captain Lasarn of the Fang, who appeared to be teaching a younger complement of Raider boys and girls their basic seamanship lessons. He was a big man with dark hair and ruddy features, and only one eye, and at his side were Adair and Senga, two young sailors of an age with me who had become capable enough hands to now work as trainers alongside Lasarn. "You’re